When a Buddha strolls in Paris A wind blows in from the western isles Strumming b**by rock Stripping down and strumming Four bodhisattvas Bringing up the rear Dancing cranes and weeping pheasants Pa**ing the forty-eight parallel A great bird has flown in When a Buddha strolls in Paris Festival eve lanterns start to sway Homeward bound schoolteachers too Floating free, humming rock 'n roll Four bodhisattvas bringing up the rear A great bird has flown in Pa**ing the forty-eight parallel Dancing cranes and weeping pheasants A black bird has flown in